This afternoon Brian looked at the line of ants that were neatly lined up on the wall. Some of the ants are seen in groups carrying crumbs of biscuits that are larger in size than their bodies.
Minutes had passed, Brian grew tired of the rows of ants that would never go away. With his jail smile, he then gently touched a lying ant. As a result the ant ran away, out of line. Brian laughed, then went back to touch one by one the ants, continuously until the ants ran into chaos.
"Ouch ... aisyh sick! Mother! Mother! "Brian yelled, running into the house.
"What is wrong? Why shout, boy? "Asked Mrs. Brian softly.
"My hands are itched by ants."
Brian's mother shook her head, then scrambled to take the rubbing oil.
"What are you doing, until your hands are itching like this?" Asked Brian's mother as she spread oil into Brian's hand.
"I ... Emmm just wants the ants to run fast, to be able to enjoy the food," Brian said softly.
"Oh dear, you should not do that. The ants are lined up neatly so that everything can run in order. "
Brian frowned, astonished.
"Come with me," said Brian's mother, softly.
Brian froze, staring straight at the wall. The ants have lined up neatly as well as upholding the food.
"Well, these ants are neatly marched for wanting to get inside his house. Look, there's a line of ants coming out and some are coming in. Everything goes orderly and neatly. "
Brian nodded, then he reached out to touch the ants again. But unfortunately, this action was successfully thwarted by the mother.
"Eits, do not touch," said Brian's mother, firmly gentle.
"Why Mom?" Brian asked in protest intonation.
"If you re-touch it, then this ant sequence will be back in turmoil. Imagine, if all the ants were selfishly eager to get in first, then the ants' entrance would be covered by their bodies. A push-pushing action ensues, and worse, no one will go inside because everyone wants to go first. If so, how can they enjoy their food? "Explains Brian's mother, who immediately gets a nod of approval from Brian.
"So ma'am, if you want everything orderly and tidy must require patience yaa?" Asked Brian, start to understand.
"Right. Well, my mother already understood, "said Mrs. Brian, happy.
"When will these ants rush up?" Brian asked.
"When all their work is done."
Brian nodded again.
"Mom, why when Brian touched an ant so fast the way, why did the ants even run away?" Asked Brian in surprise.
"It's a self-defense strategy, just like Brian, if touched by an unknown person you'll run for fear ... look, Brian, this is your breakfast this morning," said Brian's mother, glaring at her son.
"Ma-sorry Mom. This morning, Brian is full, so Brian gets rid of half the biscuits you give me, "Brian said, regretting.
"Next time, do not be so na ya. Remember, do not mubadzir against food, appreciate the sustenance God has given us. If it is full, stored should not be thrown away, "said Mrs. Brian.
"Yeah, Mom. Hmm, it means that this biscuit has become a sustenance for ants, ma'am? "
Brian's mother glared but then nodded with a smile.
"Your child is getting smarter. Let's study, tomorrow still want to repeat it right? Learn the diligent to climb third grade with good grades. "
Brian nodded and they went inside the house.
